Sinead O'Connor - The Butcher Boy

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  • Опубликовано: 13 июн 2011
  • A haunting song - a haunting subject.

Комментарии • 74

  • @joe56474
    @joe56474 2 года назад +63

    Sinead could sing the phone book and I'd love it. Easily one of the most angelic, ethereal voices I've ever heard.

  • @sakiskorovessis2534

    Oh, Sinead, you beautiful and tortured soul. May at last you find your peace...

  • @garycotter7570

    RIP sinead voice of an angel

  • @christophermondo

    May your spirit roam free, Sinead

  • @shauneyboy1999

    RIP Sinead O’Connor (1966-2023)

  • @aidankenna

    Thank you Sinead ❤😢

  • @Killjunkys

    Спи спокойно, Легенда❤

  • @BarryBeeBuzzing

    Rip sinead🙏

  • @MattyB1970

    So very perfect, and so very sad. RIP S O’C😢

  • @elainemariamoreiraramosram7472

    Esteja em paz Sinéad com seu filho. Não será esquecida através das tuas músicas que ficou pra marcar. Adeus minha Rainha da Irlanda Sinéad O'Connor é a única e melhor. 🙏🕊👩‍👦🎶

  • @brianoleary858

    Beautiful and very poignant today. RIP Sinéad.

  • @rtenewsonone

    Rest in Peace, Sinead.

  • @Pilaf96

    Ну раз Светов сказал, слушаем...

  • @Classified1A

    RIP Sinéad…. A huge loss in the music industry ❤

  • @user-lz5oz7nu6p

    Вечная память

  • @trionabyrne217
    @trionabyrne217 4 года назад +12

    Sing it our Lady, your voice is so beautiful.

  • @LittleLulubee

    Love you, Sinead 💙💜💙✨

  • @Votedjt2024
    @Votedjt2024 Год назад +6

    Sinead O'Connor is very good singer and very good high notes

  • @LenKenny

    Beautifully sung by a beautiful person. RIP

  • @byronp2311
    @byronp2311 5 лет назад +27

    Like House of the Rising Sun, this is an old, old song with unknown provenance. Patrick McCabe wove this song into his unsettling yet truly funny novel of the same name. Then Neil Jordan, who has a history of wildly divergent film, made this into a brilliant movie featuring this very version of the song, with, oddly enough, Sinead O'Connor in a bit part as the Virgin Mary. The book begins with, "When I was a young lad, twenty or thirty or forty years ago, I lived in a small town where they were all after me on account of what I done on Mrs Nugent". There are sad and horrifying things in this one sentence that do not become clear until the end. Both versions are brilliant depictions of the humor of the Irish and a slow descent into madness.